"At any minute the strong wind may unwind it and send it whirling off over the town.

Or the gale may tear it to pieces, scattering the diamonds over a whole block, and not one in ten of the stones would ever be found." Mrs.Macey sat in the runabout, a picture of mute misery.
Herr Schimmelpodt elbowed his way through the outskirts of the crowd and stood absorbing his share in the local excitement.
"Ach! I am afraid dere is von thing dot you gan't do, Bresgott," smiled the German.

"Ach! By chimminy, though, I don't know yet." "I was wondering myself whether I could make a good try at steeple climbing," laughed Dick eagerly.

"The money sounds good to me anyway." "No; I don't know.

I think it would be foolish," replied Herr Schimmelpodt.
"I believe you could get up there, Dick," muttered Darrin, in a low voice.
"Then you could, Dave." "I think I could," nodded Darrin.